Testo Grotesque

They suck your blood, they’re thirsty, need more.
that’s how they stuff the banks, their pockets, you know.
your eviction becomes their compensation.
f**king sewer rats… it’s all big talk.

it’s on my soul,
i’ll reach your side to fight them all.
every time you look at me. it’s on my soul,
i’ll reach your side to beat them up.
every time you look at me,
every time i look at you so…

hold on we are not alone. there are times we feel the pain and times we feel the hate, when we see it’s all grotesque.

grotesque!
j**er!

i feel like smacking them all,
smoking freaking cigars and drinking on the rocks,
taking a bath with champagne and whores,
talking and laughing about their last fraud.
ohh c**rón…
they think they’re smart enough to hide from us…
one more toast we’re really close.
ohh c**rón…
now it’s our time... justice for all…
one more toast we’re really close.
one more shot they’re really done. so…

hold on we are not alone. there are times we feel the pain and times we feel the hate, when we see it’s all grotesque.

grotesque!
j**er!

this s**t is so grotesque… ohhh this s**t is so grotesque… this f**king s**t is so grotesque… so grotesque i wanna aghhhhhhh!!!!

hold on we are not alone. there are times we feel the pain and times we feel the hate, when we see it’s all grotesque.

hold on we are not alone. there are times we feel the pain and times we feel the hate, when we see it’s all grotesque.

grotesque!
j**er!